The Great war?

After studying World War One in History and English I decided to write this. It's just a small piece that ties in with our English homework.

The mud, pressing against my knees was enough. It was enough in a sense; cool, wet, and soaking through my trousers.  It numbed my aching limbs slightly but it also kept me awake… alive, for the moment. I groaned as I stood up in a crouch, my back was hurting but I didn't risk complaining. My rifle was slung across my back, heavy and serving as a constant, unforgettable reminder. I glanced to my left and right. All faces were the same; reserved, grim and with fear flickering in their lifeless eyes. They all had black bags under their eyes, some were struggling to stay open, and some gazed into the bank of mud, imagining happier times… I thought of my parents, my sister, my friends, uncles, aunts, my dog, skipper… My home in London… roasts on a Sunday. The whistle sounded, loud and shrill. I gritted my teeth and dug my fingers into the mud “For my country, for my parents” I thought dully as I scrambled up the bank. A force, great and powerful, thudded into my chest. I cried out and was hurled back. My leg twisted sharply, blood covering my face, my chest. I closed my eyes

“Mama” I whispered “Mama” then I was gone…

 

And here I watch the men dying…

 

Author's Note

I have a biiiig spelling and grammar problem and am only 13 :)

Reviews

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People in the war those days must've had such a hard time. :( I love this piece. It's short, but means a lot.

Great write.

[Ellen Hammond]

Wow! You may be only 13, yet you have grasped and expressed the reality of war in a way that many adults could not. This write is so packed with emotion that draws the reader deeply into the moment and leaves them with a lot to think about. Very nicely done.